The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The cold bit into his knuckles. They were raw. They were cracked. The leather of his gloves was peeling. It was a flake of skin. It was a map of ruin. Elias stared at his hands. They were his own. They were the enemy. He had worn them for forty years. They had carried him. They had built the walls. They had held the rope. They had strangled the silence. Now they were useless. They were weight....

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